Walls of Jericho

There is a battle underneath my chest.

The beating of war drums synchronized

with my heart beats and it never misses a pulse,

never loses focus to the tempo of hope.

Constant hands beating on the hollow

oak that sirens aggressive transitions.

No remission of sound, no signs of

losing momentum as I walk around my Jericho,

as I scream at our Jericho.

I will no longer be silent.

No longer place the tape over

my mouth for my oppressors.

I have chosen to become a transgressor

to hate and shame.

I have decided to march around my Jericho,

scream at our the walls of malicious echoes

unjust scenarios, manipulative stereos that

exudes manipulation.

My words, my actions, my heart will bellow

until the walls of our Jericho crumble at our feet.

Until the discreet voices,

once trampled underneath fear and confusion,

remember their lives are more imperative

than the dismantled image they were given

for themselves.

There is a battle underneath my chest,

Pre-meditated tambourines playing

for the future victory.

Cymbals could never sound so good

underneath this chest of mine.

I will no longer define my identity by

the poisonous snakes in Eden.

Or the Pharisees with blind, lofty eyes.

I will no longer disguise the melody of

my sashaying soul.

I will tell my stories around our Jericho.

Unashamedly love my core until

I adore it.

There is a battle underneath my chest.

The beating of war drums synchronized

with my heart beats and it never misses a pulse,

never loses focus to the tempo of hope.

Constant hands beating on the hollow

oak that sirens aggressive transition.

No remission of sound, no signs of

losing momentum as I walk around my Jericho

as I scream at our Jericho.

I will no longer be silent.

We will be victorious with our various

colors of love, diverse melodies and sound.

We will shake the ground with the profound

stories our feet tell around  the walls of

our Jericho.

It will be crumbled and the oppressors will

suffer from guilt, humility and vertigo.

There is a battle underneath my chest.

The beating of war drums synchronized

with my heart beats and it never misses a pulse,

never loses focus to the tempo of hope.

Have you met Jasmine Farrell

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Jasmine is an author, poet and freelance blogger. She is from Brooklyn, NY and has a Bachelor’s degree in Communications. Poetry is her niche and internal rhyming is her favorite poetic device. She recently published her first poetry book, My Quintessence and is featured in The Heron Clan Anthology. 

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